Walk Softly, But Pour Me a Big Drink

All new states are invested, more or less, by a class of noisy, second-rate men who are always in favor of rash and extreme measures, but Texas was absolutely overrun by such men.”      Sam Houston 
Bully!

Bully!

 I just completed another ninety plus minutes in purgatory listening to our presidential candidates debate. As was the case after last week’s debate, I find myself in need of a potent libation!

John McCain did in a couple of instances make some reference to Teddy Roosevelt. So I figured why not drink what a true reformer, regulator and founder of The Bull Moose Party would have consumed after a night of listening to political babble. Unfortunately, I could not get my hands on a bottle of absinthe. It seems Teddy had a penchant for the Green Fairy. But then I recalled that the fabled leader of The Rough Riders, according to some disputed accounts, had developed an affinity for the Cuba Libre during his exploits against the Spanish. 

 

So I think I’ll squeeze some limes, grab a coke, crack open a bottle of Bacardi, sit back and reread the article from American Public House Review about the Menger Bar in San Antonio, where a young Colonel Theodore Roosevelt began a ride that would take him from the top of San Juan Hill to the heights of political power. Bully!

 

 

Posted by: Chris Poh

 

 

 

 

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